Blurb

Have Yourself A Very
Wicked Christmas!

Six of today’s most popular
regency romance authors come together to deliver a holiday anthology full of
passion, promise, and scandalous dalliance.

In Heather Boyd’sThe
Christmas Affair, a lonely shopkeeper
offers shelter to a beautiful, not so innocent miss to overcome the bitter
memories of Christmases past, but could such a wicked connection ever lead to a
happily-ever-after? A dashing spy with marriage on his mind seeks to rekindle
the spark by any means possible with the woman who claimed his heart in Love at First Danceby Barbara Monajem. A
scandalous widow rescues the man of her dreams - but his secrets could destroy
their love in Nicola Davidson'sJoy
to the Earl. A masquerade ball was no place to be reckless with your
innocence, and yet one scorching look at the masked highwayman urges Miss
Partridge to do just that in Mistletoe
and the Marquessby Wendy Vella. In Lord Misrule by Donna
Cummings, a young widow chooses a handsome rogue to be her first lover, but
his regrets from a past Christmas may end their affair before it even
commences. A blue-stocking becomes a courtesan to escape a murderer in The Glittering Prize, an intrigue-filled
romance by Beverley Oakley about
finding love where it’s least expected.

Poem I wrote

(You can use my poems, but cannot change or alter them, they are mine and in my own words. Please keep them that way)

Once in a while you hear something

Something you never thought to hear

It gets to the bones of you

Tearing through your thoughts

Things like those don’t need to be heard

They should stay where they should be

On the back of your tongue

Never to be put forth

Those things should not be heard

They can rip your thoughts from good to not sure

They can make you feel uneven

They should be unheard they should be left behind

They should never be said 8/27/2012

Poem I Wrote

(You can use my poems, but cannot change or alter them, they are mine and in my own words. Please keep them that way)

I look into the distance I see so much, it is almost hard to take in The tree's so colorful, vibrant and warm The hills so yellow, swaying in the wind The stream runs in the middle, little splashes of water can be seen as the water falls to the bottom The sun hitting just so, that you look in awe of it

How can this beautiful sight be before me How such beauty can be seen here How can I capture it to savor I look deep and hard for I want it etched in my mind What wonders stand in front of me

Man can not take this away They cannot capture it They cannot recreate it They can only look at it and remember it

Because Mother Nature is the painter and Mother Earth is the canvas 5/23/14